How Has It Come to Be This Way?

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How has it to come to be this way,  
I question in my waning years,
A life amounts to such decay?

Despite the toil I give the day,
Lashed by all my desperate fears, 
How has it come to be this way?

While godless I still kneel and pray,
Demanding why, with shameful tears,
A life amounts to such decay? 

And yet the winds have aught to say.
Instead, my mind breathes ugly jeers: 
How has it come to be this way,
A life amounts to such decay? 

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